Fairy Tale: 3
Thursday, August 21, 2008, 8:42 PM

Got speakers?

Uninvited by Alanis Morisette is the song my hero heard while I wrote this part of the story.



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Bring Me To Life by Evanesence is the song my heroine heard (thanks, Becky).



The painful wheeze wrenching my body gradually slowed into pants, making my throat burn from the exertion. I tried to swallow and broke out into spasmodic coughs that made tears run down my face.

“Chi. Water.”

Cool wetness splashed over the hands I’d cupped around my mouth. I opened my hands, my palms catching the liquid as it fell. Some of the water went into my nose, but I didn't care. The pain and dryness in my throat didn't let me. The water kept coming, even after I had recovered myself enough to take a breath that wasn’t painful.

“Enough.”

Suddenly, a bucketful dumped on me headfirst. It was unbelievably cold. Howling, I pushed myself up from the ground and sank onto my knees, covering my head with my arms.

Vaguely, I became aware of a gurgling whuffing sound--like someone was being strangled. Startled, I opened my eyes and jerked my head back. A tiny boy stood a few feet away in front of me, bent double at the waist. His head was pale and bald except for the vibrant tuft of blond hair that looked like it had been gelled into a spike. He couldn’t have been more than three-feet-tall. Beside him, a container almost as tall as he was still dripped water.

I rubbed the water out of my eyes and blinked at the boy. The troll. The unlikely troll who hadn’t killed me.

“Why are you still alive?” I croaked.

The gurgle-wuffing stopped immediately. Then, with his palms still braced against his little knees, the boy darted a look of disbelief at me and I realized he’d been laughing. His eyes were an incongruous shade of purple, beautiful, even as they narrowed and grew murderous at my question.

“Come here to kill him, did you?” he growled harshly in an entirely different tone of voice than he’d used before. I couldn't make sense of it, he didn't give me time. “You think others haven’t--”

“Chi.”

My breath froze at the sound of the voice behind me. The warmth of the single syllable he'd spoken was a silken timbre that proclaimed him everything the legends had promised: impossible to escape, sexually appealing, able to kill with just a kiss. I had no doubt, during this moment when I was able to fully acknowledge the sound, that the real troll still lived.

It meant I would be unable to defend myself in his world, because there could be only one survivor.

And I had failed.
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Part One <-- --> Part Two

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On the 7th Day
Saturday, August 16, 2008, 6:43 PM

...and on the 7th day, she slept in 'til nine o'clock and even then, woke up reluctantly.

I don't want to write about me. I just want to...write.

I'm totally winging it here. I haven't dared to write in weeks, other than mindless stream-of-thought crap. My brain's been tied in knots.

This is nothing, but I want to write it here anyway. Just because.

Update, 08/17/08, 3:00 p.m.
Oh, what the hey. I've decided to try my hand at an online series. Plotting, worrying, and over-thinking what I write hasn't worked out so well, so I'm going back to the way it was when I first began writing. I'm totally winging the writing of this story, and have no idea where it's going to go or how it's going to end.

For now, the title is Fairy Tale.

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Guh-GUNGH.Guh-GUNGH.Guh-GUNGH.

It was almost impossible to slow my heartbeat, to try and stop it when it was racing so. Stupid even to think about it. I didn't know if I would breathe again if I was successful in dying, but there was nothing to lose. And oh! If I was successful....

Guh-gungh. Guh-gungh. Guh-gungh.

I couldn't think about that and what it meant. I'd never wanted to die, at least not in the literal sense of the word, but then I'd never been licked from the inside out by the rainbow of need, excitement, curiosity and power that me left me gasping in wonder in its wake. Nothing else mattered but becoming another shade that comprised that rainbow.

......guhgungh........guhgungh.....

It wasn't the pot of gold I thirsted for. It was the so-called troll who protected the gold. His magic. His siren call. I wanted his powers. For the first time in almost two centuries, my family was in position to recall our lost power.

...guh-gungh...

He'd kill me if I didn't die by my own means first. He'd kill me, as the legends foretold, as gently as a kiss.

...guh.......gungh....

Some troll he was--reputed to kill with a kiss?

....guh........gungh.....

But some small part of me couldn't help being afraid. A Goth monster whose eyes bespoke of his evil nature would be less terrifying than an archangel who downplayed his intentions.

......guh.......gungh.....

I welcomed the forest's bone-chilling dampness, its utter darkness. Take me. I couldn't afford a human's vulnerabilities in this moment. I was here to die, to be born again. Please. Please.

.....guh.....

If I died first, his kiss would be reversed; kind of like the resurrecting power of the Prince's mouth against Sleeping Beauty's.

Only that'd be where his story ended and mine began.

.......gungh......

And the troll--the troll who terrified me more than the thoughts I employed to deliberately still my heart--wouldn't know his mistake until it was too late.

.......guh......

Or so I hoped.

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Interested in reading on? See the next part here.

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